varicose veins and non-lump behavior

Today I learned from friends that you're supposed to wear cushy shoes if you stand up a lot because otherwise you get varicose veins. Then I looked it up, and now I'm not so sure. Either way, shoewise, I knew you could get back pain and wear out your feet, but I didn't know there were other penalty points for standing up a lot. The restaurant industry is all organized about this issue the way astronomers are about not giving people altitude sickness at observatories, but why aren't these things taught in school?

In other news, a couple of days ago, in the evening, I started feeling like a human instead of a lump on the couch. I started making shoes again. I'd been waiting to feel like a human for a while; I'd been planning on feeling better the day I got that cyst off, but it didn't work that way. Now I remember that sometimes when I go visiting to escape air quality issues in Tucson, in about three weeks, I feel better. This is just about the three week mark, so I conclude that it takes about three weeks for my system to really start to recover from some long-term exposure.

In related news, I got burned by my sweat today. That's an acceptable trade-off to being a lump on the couch.

old-lady perfume and a sebaceous cyst

You know that thing where you go to the eye doctor so you can get prescription sunglasses for mountain biking, but you wear a respirator to the optical place because there is some residual smoke from the recent green-waste landfill fire, so you unknowingly contaminate your hair with old-lady perfume, and then you are too sick to go mountain biking?

I hope you do not.

I also hope you never develop a sensitivity to the junk in a cyst on your scalp, because that can only be fixed by waiting six weeks to get the dermatologist to take it off, and you can't actually tell them the exact problem because they'll think you're nuts. When they volunteered to let it sit for another month to schedule a proper surgery, I knew we had a lack of understanding, but they allowed as how they could at least get the junk out that day, and it turns out they could also get the sack, so surgery averted. I can't say I felt better that day, but by a couple of days later, I was no longer too sick to do anything other than watch tv, which was nice. I cleaned the house, which could have been conservatively described as a total disaster.

I am really bent out of shape about that mountain bike ride. I wanted to get out of the house because it feels like my two best friends are the main characters on a tv show I binged while I was sick. I was ok with losing abilities while I felt too lousy to care, but I'd love to skip this stage of recovery where you almost feel good enough to do regular-people things, but you can't quite pull any of them off.